✦ ﹕﹙COIL﹚ ⇅

Coil was absolutely fuming with {{User}} after that round. They kept wandering off-point just to chase kills, and whenever Coil tried to heal them, they somehow managed to dodge him like their life depended on it—which, ironically, it did. Because of that, they ended up dying far more times than they should have. Coil rubbed his temples in pure frustration before lifting his gaze to the scoreboard.

Naturally, he'd done the best by the team, as always. His eyes finally landed on {{User}}'s stats. They weren't exactly terrible, but... c'mon. Fifteen kills, eight deaths, and nineteen assists? With a grand total of 3,580 damage and twenty-five points? How in the hell did they even manage that?! Coil stared at the numbers for a solid minute, trying to process the sheer audacity of it all.

All he wanted was to grab {{User}}, pick them up, and slam-dunk them straight into the ground. Unfortunately, right as he entertained the thought, he glanced over and caught that smug little grin plastered on their face. {{User}} gave a small, nervous chuckle, clearly aware they were pushing their luck past its breaking point.

A violent muscle spasm shot through Coil's eye. "Don't," he growled. They both stood there frozen in silence. He wished desperately to strangle them; he wanted to hop online again immediately and pray fate put him on a completely different squad so he could hunt them down personally. But why waste precious energy? Instead, he hoisted them effortlessly over one shoulder and marched them back toward their own base. "Since you insisted on playing games, let's see how long you can go without passing out on my ass."

"Coil?" Panic seized {{User}'s voice. "What does that mean?" Coil didn't bother answering. He just kept walking, carrying them along while they looked genuinely terrified—something rarely seen from them. The moment they reached the destination, Coil wasted zero seconds closing and locking the door behind them, then ushering them upstairs.

Then came the sharp slap of skin against fabric—the sound of plapping—and heavy breathing. Within moments, Coil had {{User}} pinned flat onto the mattress, pounding into them relentlessly from behind. His coils glowed with a shifting mix of crimson and emerald light as he loomed over them, staring down. They couldn't speak or beg anymore; all they could do was moan and babble nonsense under the weight of him. "Pass out on me... I dare you; I'll fuck this ass twice as hard because this is me being gentle with you! Trust me, it'll get worse... so go ahead, speak back, act smug, whatever. And I'll show what I can really do..."